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I want to solve my problems like a vampire.
I want to push back against that that binds me down, 
And prove against my weakness
Through show of brutal force.

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I want claws.
I want claws and teeth, nails
Nails that can rip and tear and pull 
And to dig my teeth into raw, pink flesh, 
Vile and bitter
The sharp acidic twang of blood swells in my mouth
I want some minutia of control over the world around me. 
I grip my claws in harder 
And yank, 
It cannot hurt me anymore.
I am the one who hurts,
I am the one who decides my destiny,
I am the one in control. 
Its white, puckered flesh gasps and gives, 
I lick my lips and my breath hangs in the air, hot, heavy, 
My eyes cut sharper than my body, down to my bones,
I pull back my lips and know 
Fear shakes in the bodies of those at my mercy,
I am in control. 
I make my own destiny. 
I give my own mercy. 
I will not be held captive ever more.

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I wipe my lips across my hand,
And feel that power ripple through my veins,
I am not a captive,
I do not cower in my cage, 
Grovel instead to me, 
And to me instead go the spoils 
Of the war.